My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

559 Invincible!

“As soon as someone enters the Golden Spirit Temple, a venerable golden guardian emerges from the temple to ensure its safety,” Long Huixing explained. “It’s incredibly powerful. Ancient records indicate that his attacks have always resulted in instantaneous death without exception. This is why Third Young Master Qiong chose to meditate after entering the Golden Spirit Temple.”

Qin Huai studied the venerable golden guardian thoughtfully, posing a question, “If we kill the venerable golden guardian, will a second one appear from the Golden Spirit Temple?”

Upon hearing this, Long Huixing was left dumbstruck. He thought to himself, ‘This guy sure knows how to dream big.’

“Since ancient times, at least as far as the records indicate, no one has accomplished such a feat,” he said, trying to dissuade Qin Huai. “Many predecessors claiming to be invincible in vitality challenged the guardian, but all met with defeat. They wasted months recuperating their souls in vain.”

“But isn’t the point of our existence today to achieve what our predecessors couldn’t and create a precedent?” Qin Huai responded calmly, charging toward the Guardian Golden Venerable.

Boom!

A gust of wind blew past everyone, causing the fairy to glance at the figure of Qin Huai charging forward. She frowned slightly and remarked, “Doesn’t he realize the power of the venerable golden guardian?”

“Speaking of which, that fellow might actually exchange a couple of blows with the guardian,” the rotund monk from the Buddhism Sect speculated, his expression as impassive as ever, confident that the venerable golden guardian could not lose.

“Two blows seem unlikely,” the thin man from the black tortoise clan countered. “I believe you’re aware that the venerable golden guardian possesses a degree of power. In the spirit world, this kind of attack is like a dimensional drop.”

Bang!

No sooner had the black tortoise man finished speaking than a terrifying energy wave surged towards them like a lethal sickle. Everyone’s long robes rippled in the wind, exploding with sharp sounds.

In an astonishing display, Qin Huai matched the venerable golden guardian blow for blow.

“How is that even possible?” The black tortoise man gasped, his pupils shrinking.

Even the optimistic Buddhist monk was caught off-guard, his smile frozen on his face.

“When did such a monster appear in the dragon clan?” the young man from the True Path Sect wondered, his expression unreadable.

Those who were leaving stopped, their mouths agape as they witnessed the spectacle before them.

Qin Huai landed another punch, his muscles trembled due to the clashing surge of blood and qi. He could sense countless invisible forces attempting to disintegrate his physical body under the golden light.

The guardian was invincible indeed, merging a robust body with power nearly impossible to manifest in the spirit world. However, these techniques proved ineffective against Qin Huai. The energies dissipated in his presence, yielding to him like commoners before an emperor.

Bang!

After the second punch, the venerable golden guardian was forced to stagger back half a step, although it was barely noticeable.

“Could he possibly withstand a third punch?” Fairy Four queried, her brows furrowed.

“Memorize that man’s face. Upon our return, we must find him, no matter what the cost,” one of the warriors commanded. “We need to determine which branch of the Long family he’s from.”

“Understood!” the young man beside him quickly acknowledged.

The third punch landed. Both the man and the protector stood their ground, engaging in a brutal exchange of blows.

The guardian’s foot dug into the ground, leaving a footprint. The warriors from the six clans and three sects widened their eyes in disbelief, questioning if they had seen correctly.

Before they could process, Qin Huai’s fourth and fifth punches were already in motion. Now privy to the guardian’s secret, Qin Huai’s attacks were evidently fiercer. His fists moved in rapid successions, like a relentless crossbow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The guardian stumbled backward, his previously sturdy stance reduced to an awkward stagger. His large frame caused the ground to tremble violently with each retreating step.

Yet this commotion paled in comparison to the shock in the hearts of the crowd.

“Could he actually accomplish what no one in ancient times managed to do…” Long Huixing mused, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at Qin Huai, who resembled a god of death. “Perhaps my dragon clan needs to disregard the ancestral teachings to regain our glory… to achieve our grand ambitions.”

When Long Huixing first encountered Qin Huai, he was persuaded by the latter’s formidable strength and an obscure trace of pure dragon energy radiating from him, perhaps a sign of a dormant dragon bloodline. Long Huixing initially intended to lend assistance, but he stumbled upon an unprecedented opportunity instead.

As Qin Huai’s punches became faster, the tide of the battle became increasingly evident. The guardian, once perceived as invincible, was now visibly damaged by Qin Huai’s relentless attacks. His golden body was on the brink of collapse.

After the guardian’s body shattered, the formerly transparent Golden Spirit Temple began to solidify, starting from the base and gradually extending upwards.

As the temple morphed, the idea of creating a new clan crossed Third Young Master Qiong’s mind — a clan for those with the invincible Vajra blood, perhaps named the Vajra clan.

While lost in his fantasies, Third Young Master Qiong suddenly felt as if his body was seized. Opening his eyes, he found himself in the grip of Qin Huai.

“How could it be you! Where’s the guardian?” he exclaimed, looking around. Apart from the faint figures of the Fourth Generation Fairy and the phoenix duo, there was no sign of the guardian.

“I’ve already destroyed him,” Qin Huai replied calmly.

“Impossible!” Third Young Master Qiong’s eyes widened in shock.

As Qin Huai began to exert force, Third Young Master Qiong was abruptly pulled out of the Golden Spirit Temple. Stunned, he heard Qin Huai say, “As the saying goes, timing is more important than speed.”

Bang!

Qin Huai’s face lit up with joy as he launched a punch at Third Young Master Qiong, shattering his head. His body disintegrated into spiritual energy, slowly absorbed by Qin Huai.

Afterward, Qin Huai entered the still-solidifying Golden Spirit Temple and settled down cross-legged. A new golden hand extended from the temple, and the familiar venerable golden guardian rose once more, protecting the temple with a resolute aura.

“So, he can resurrect. Impressive…” Qin Huai nodded, gratified, and closed his eyes, feeling the mysteries of the temple.